iDon’t Play
I'm okay, you're salty
You're just a, jabroni
All these rappers sounding like a broken record
I just scoped your method, you're the hardest till I broke your record
Man it's so pathetic, the way they hate and they loathe me
They're so green, like grove street
But it's okay, I'm okay
I don't play
I got goals that I chase with my bros but my friends
I can list from the top of my dome like Shy Shen
Couple man but the rest either frauds or sidemen
Tryna ball so I stay on point like my pen
If she's fine I'm selfish, after she's held it
Does a body really count if she only felt tip
Same way I'm leaving hella love bites on her neck and body
I'm like a doggy when a doggy mark a territory
How many pens are you getting from me?
Ball point, fine, felt tip, marker? I got tekkers donny
Crept (Krept) in the game now I'm roaming
Want the ice and to stay on point with the cream like a cone and (Konan)
Respect, that's all I ask for here
Everything else is a bonus (Bone us) that my dargs will share
Except my bae that'll love to throw that arse in gear
And top it off with some head like a glass of beer
I'm okay, you're salty
You're just a, jabroni
All these rappers sounding like a broken record
I just scoped your method, you're the hardest till I broke your record
Man it's so pathetic, the way they hate and they loathe me
They're so green, like grove street
But it's okay, I'm okay
I don't play
It's a game of thrones full of fakes and clones
They're your friends when you're dead laying in your favourite clothes
Even if you hate the roads
Gotta thank God when you wake up and see the dawn of a new day of woes
Gotta thank God when you make it home
Coz it's a good day if you get stopped for a taken phone
Coz when they (Cross over) to the other side they ain't breaking bones
They're just taking souls when they're taping roads
Life's quick as hell
They ain't aiming for no calf when they spit a shell
Watch the ones your with as well
Might think they're happy to see you winning
Deep down how they're feeling they want you instead of win to fail
Flipping hell, they be moving with the stealth like splinter cell
You didn't even clock what I did aswell
Dorne, Qarth, Winterfell? I been had this
When I throw punchlines the (King's Landing)
I'm okay, you're salty
You're just a, jabroni
All these rappers sounding like a broken record
I just scoped your method, you're the hardest till I broke your record
Man it's so pathetic, the way they hate and they loathe me
They're so green, like grove street
But it's okay, I'm okay
I don't play
You're just a, jabroni
All these rappers sounding like a broken record
I just scoped your method, you're the hardest till I broke your record
Man it's so pathetic, the way they hate and they loathe me
They're so green, like grove street
But it's okay, I'm okay
I don't play
I got goals that I chase with my bros but my friends
I can list from the top of my dome like Shy Shen
Couple man but the rest either frauds or sidemen
Tryna ball so I stay on point like my pen
If she's fine I'm selfish, after she's held it
Does a body really count if she only felt tip
Same way I'm leaving hella love bites on her neck and body
I'm like a doggy when a doggy mark a territory
How many pens are you getting from me?
Ball point, fine, felt tip, marker? I got tekkers donny
Crept (Krept) in the game now I'm roaming
Want the ice and to stay on point with the cream like a cone and (Konan)
Respect, that's all I ask for here
Everything else is a bonus (Bone us) that my dargs will share
Except my bae that'll love to throw that arse in gear
And top it off with some head like a glass of beer
I'm okay, you're salty
You're just a, jabroni
All these rappers sounding like a broken record
I just scoped your method, you're the hardest till I broke your record
Man it's so pathetic, the way they hate and they loathe me
They're so green, like grove street
But it's okay, I'm okay
I don't play
It's a game of thrones full of fakes and clones
They're your friends when you're dead laying in your favourite clothes
Even if you hate the roads
Gotta thank God when you wake up and see the dawn of a new day of woes
Gotta thank God when you make it home
Coz it's a good day if you get stopped for a taken phone
Coz when they (Cross over) to the other side they ain't breaking bones
They're just taking souls when they're taping roads
Life's quick as hell
They ain't aiming for no calf when they spit a shell
Watch the ones your with as well
Might think they're happy to see you winning
Deep down how they're feeling they want you instead of win to fail
Flipping hell, they be moving with the stealth like splinter cell
You didn't even clock what I did aswell
Dorne, Qarth, Winterfell? I been had this
When I throw punchlines the (King's Landing)
I'm okay, you're salty
You're just a, jabroni
All these rappers sounding like a broken record
I just scoped your method, you're the hardest till I broke your record
Man it's so pathetic, the way they hate and they loathe me
They're so green, like grove street
But it's okay, I'm okay
I don't play
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